Broken pieces on the ground
fading in and fading out
I wonder why you won't move on
and what you'll do when I am gone
This hasn't really made much sense
Masochistic happiness
Since the very first time If ever you shuld come around Then I (oh I) then I will be your only oneand try to keep from coming down
I remember thinking I would try
All the things that you had missed
To slow you down so we could find
The reoccurring consequence
Trippin' on me in your OCD
I am just the accident in your ever tragic comedy
Tell me this or tell me that
A drama queen that just won't agree
But I don't listen much to that
Erase the face you wear and come inside But I don't listen much to that
You could tell me this or tell me that
Erase the face you wear and come inside.
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